It was almost daylight when Xan got back to the safe house. He could have gotten there instantly, but he decided to walk, to have more time to think and smoke. The shock of the werewolf and what the werewolf had said were still bouncing around inside his head. Xan had lived through so much, yet it was unsettling hearing this wasn’t the first life had been through. He had always accepted that nature had created him to help combat evil, but he never thought that he had been different than the others. His thoughts left him when he reached the front door of the safe house. He was suddenly so tired, and he just wanted to crawl into bed with Sal and hold her as he fell asleep.
“There you are, Xanthiilus.”
Xan turned around groggily, to see who was addressing him. Wings sprang from his back and his sword was in his hands in the blink of an eye. A demon stood before him.
“Is that anyway to welcome a guest?”
Xan couldn’t believe he hadn’t recognized that voice as demonic. They all sounded like chains being dragged over stones. “What the hell do you want?”
The demon chuckled. “I certainly do not want hell. I have been locked up there for a lot longer than I would like. I just thought I would stop by and see how everyone is doing. I would especially like to say hello to that little slut of yours.”
A streak of fire pierced the demon, and Xan stood behind it, fire dripping from his sword. The demon gurgled, a large cut appearing through its middle as black blood oozed from the wound. It placed its hands on the cut, and black wisps of clouds drifted from its fingers followed a sharp hissing sound. Xan watched as the cut began to mend jaggedly, leaving a large scar on the demon’s middle.
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Maryanne was walking slowly down the stairs into the subway station. She pulled her coat closer around her tiny form to better fight off the cold. It wasn’t very effective. Cold, dreary days like this made her feel frail and frozen. It was dark; only a few of the lights were left on. She was not entirely sure why she was coming down here. It was out of her way going home. She had just finished closing the greenhouse she worked at. Just thinking about the ferns, roses, and evergreens made her feel momentarily better. Plants always did that. And the station was closed. The schedule posted on the street above had informed her that the last tram had left several minutes ago. Still, one foot and then another lead her deeper into the darkness.
It was odd, she thought, that the station would be so dimly lit. It was heavily traveled while it was open, but now it just seemed like it had been separated from the rest of the city. She felt a vague sensation tickle her spine, like she was walking into a nightmare. Her heart started as she reached the bottom of the stairs, causing her to gasp and throw a hand over her chest. Those red eyes… No, it was just marquee stating that the B and B2 trams ran through this station.
That night still haunted her. It had disturbed her, shocking her very core of normalcy. Could it have really happened? A crack in the mirror. That was real. It had only appeared after the cold, after the initial shock of fear, after seeing that white creature with terrible eyes. A part of her had shoved the incident aside. She must have just been tired. It had seemed so real. Could it be? Another part, a deeper and almost mystical part, of her knew the answer. She didn’t like it. The feeling of something brushing past her soul was hard to argue with, and she rubbed her arms trying to get warm. It was cold again.
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He sat by himself. The bench was faded, only a part of the Subway ad clung to it. People bustled around him, waiting for the tram. Some people stopped and stared at him; he was a peculiar sight, a man sitting alone in a black cloak with the hood pulled low over his eyes. He was lost in thought and didn’t notice them. A loud grating of steel on tracks announced the arrival of the final tram. The lights dimmed, and the last of the people waiting for the tram got on. It left, screeching and shooting sparks as it disappeared into the open mouth of the tunnel. Xan was really alone now. The station was empty. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, now that no one could tell him wasn’t allowed to smoke here.
They had never really fought before. He didn’t know how to handle his feelings of loneliness. Saleena had been acting strange. She was high strung, irritable, and much quicker to lash out in anger than usual. He took a slow drag, and held it in his lungs for a while, before slowly exhaling. His head was still clouded by what Saleena had said. He took another drag and cradled his head in his palm.
“Smoking isn’t allowed here, you know.”
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“Why can’t we ask the council?”
Xan sighed, cradling Saleena in his arms. The last of the sunlight trickled down through the skylight and tumbled down over the trees of Saleena’s forest. “I wish that was an easier option. Even if they do agree to a hearing, they are slow to move. And, if they are experiencing the same problems, they may not be able to spare any help anyway.”
She frowned, the forest around her darkening. “And that means we can’t even try?”
“The council hasn’t contacted me for several hundred years, Sal.”
Saleena shifted as Xan moved from cradling her to cradling his head. His mind was running into obstacles he couldn’t get around. His eyes slowly became as readable as mirrors; it was the first time Xan had ever been so withdrawn. He glanced up, and saw those all familiar green eyes, unfamiliarly full of concern.
“Xan, I…” She leaned forward and kissed his forehead. “Why would they stop?”
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The cigarette was bitter in his mouth. It had become harder and harder for him to enjoy his one, simple pleasure in his eternal life. He sighed, looking over the top of the neighboring buildings, and took another drag, trying to drown his lungs in smoke. Even though it was snowing lightly, it was warm on the roof of the apartment building.
Demons had been slipping into the world with frightening increases in activity. Even the mortal world was slowly becoming aware that something was going on. Xanthiilus watched the fifth patrol drive along the road several stories below him. He sat on the ledge of an apartment building he had visited only a few weeks ago. The patrol car had slowed to a stop a short distance away. The last four had as well. This was happening all over the city: increased patrols, the sense they were looking for something even though they were unsure of what it was.
Xanthiilus grimaced and flicked the cigarette into empty space. He watched it fall, sparks trailing in a spiral. It flared briefly with life before landing on the pavement below; small flakes of fire burst around it and died.
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It was snowing. Those nice big, fluffy snowflakes that make the world suddenly seem so peaceful. Xanthiilus was walking in a park, the fresh snow crunching softly under his boots. He glanced around, his silver eyes taking in as many details as they could. He was almost completely alone. There was a jogger ahead of him, and a couple sitting on a bench farther along. It was a fairly open park, with trees spread sparsely around the walkway. The playground was quiet, and had collected a fair amount of snow. Even though he was in love with a dryad and had lived for thousands of years, nature never ceased to amaze Xan. It had just started snowing a few hours ago, and already there was a good five inches on the ground. He stopped in the middle of the path, and listened to the silence. He reached into his cloak, and grabbed his pack of cigarettes. He smiled, looking into it. He had picked up a fresh pack on his way to the park. He pulled one out and put it in his mouth while he searched his cloak for a lighter. A frown crossed his face. He couldn’t find his lighter. With a sigh, he glanced around the park. The jogger was far gone now, and the couple looked like they best not be interrupted.
“Wish I had a light.” Xan reached for the unlit cigarette, just as the tip burst into flame. He barely had time to react. In one fluid movement, he drew his sword and dove off the path, feeling the heat from the blazing fireball as it roared past. He looked up just in time to see a tree explode into flame.
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Xanthiilus was sitting by Saleena’s tree, trying to read a book. It was one of those vampire books that the people of this era loved. He never understood them. These people simply did not know anything about the other world, the one he lived in. Honestly, garlic? He took a deep breath, relaxing. The Soulthief was still fresh on his mind, and he enjoyed the limited amount of leisure time he had. The warehouse they lived in was large, and half of it was dedicated to Saleena’s forest, dominated by her large oak in the center. The other half was Xan’s living area, although he and Saleena slept in both areas equally. Sometimes they liked the bed, and other times the soft forest floor was pleasant. He tried to get back into the book again, but he was distracted by the frolicking Saleena. She was beautiful, as always. Her almond colored skin was smooth, almost creamy looking. She was radiant this close to her tree. He enjoyed her like this, naked and free in her nature. Xan smiled, remembering their awkward meeting.
It had been several thousand years ago at this very spot. The War of Darkness had ended. Xanthiilus had just joined the order, but had already proven to be one of the most powerful members. So, he had been one of several chosen to guard one of the seals. The seals were scattered throughout the world, to better ensure that they wouldn’t be breached. Each seal served as a lock to a prison of sorts. The strongest of the order were chosen to guard the seals, with the aid of a dryad. Xanthiilus had been nervous, stories of dryads filling his head. He had heard they could be cruel, cold, aloof, and demanding. His heart was racing when she walked in. The others that were there to seal the ritual had told him nothing, save that a dryad was required to finish the binding magic. And he was to guard them both. Xan had accepted. It was his duty to protect. His heart stopped when he saw her. She was all the beauty of nature concentrated into that single, nude female form. His heart skipped into beating when she spoke.
“Hello, Xanthiilus. I’m Saleena. Looks like we’re getting married!” Her voice was full of laughter and the sound of wind singing through autumn leaves. Her eyes gleamed with an alluring playfulness.
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Maryanne lived alone in an old rundown apartment building. The bricks were faded, and the fire escapes were almost a certain death if one tried to actually use them. Her apartment was cozy enough, though. She took joy in the simple decorations she had. Plants abounded in the apartment, as did pictures of cute animals and stuffed bears. She lived alone, but she never felt like it. Her pictures and stuffed animals were company enough for her. She stood in the bathroom, in front of the mirror, adding the finishing touches to her burgundy hair before she went out tonight. She didn’t have a date, but there was a bar she enjoyed going to; they always played good music. Maryanne was adjusting a bobby pin, making sure it was in the right place when a flash of white streaked down the mirror behind her. She spun around, her heart racing, and she looked around frantically. Nothing was there, save the doorway leading into her sparsely furnished living room. There was the sofa, coffee table, and television that almost never saw use.
“Hello?” she whispered to the empty room.
Hearing nothing, she turned back to the mirror to finish her hair. With a chilling scream, she spun around, her eyes wide and the blood draining from her face.
“Hello?” Her voice could barely be heard and her rapid breathing misted out in front of her face. She had been so certain of what she saw.
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Xanthiilus tossed and turned in bed, dreams brutally attacking his mind with vicious determination and clarity. The memory had burned itself wholly into Xan’s mind, and replayed itself vividly with startling accuracy. He was back in London, shortly after the Reformation. He had been wandering the streets late one night, leaving the monastery he was a monk of. The silver phoenix amulet glimmered and caught the flickering lamplight eerily. He was a member of a secret order that masqueraded as a well respected religious brotherhood. He had been ordered to patrol the streets, for his order was charged with protecting the citizens of the world from creatures of darkness. He was low in the ranks, and was being punished for questioning his superior’s orders. He had been ordered to patrol without any weapons.
He tugged his robes tighter about him. It was cold, and raining just enough to make things unpleasantly damp. He turned into a dark alley, almost hypnotized by the faint slap, slap of his sandals on the wet stones. He stopped abruptly, pulling his hood down. His long black hair was loose, and hung around his shoulders. He peered into the darkness of the alley ahead. He heard a faint sound of a girl laughing and her moans of pleasure. He frowned, wondering about people doing that outside on a night like this. He started tugging his hood back up and began to turn around. He let his hood drop back and he stared back into the darkness in disbelief.
“No…it can’t be…” he whispered, lips barely moving. His eyes slowly filled with a dim silver gleam.
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His cigarette was burning low. He took the final drag and flicked the cigarette into the street, watching the last metro bus of the night drive by. Blowing out the smoke, he looked up at the large house in front of him. He didn’t want to be here. He fumbled in the pocket of his cloak for another cigarette, but the package turned up empty.
“It’s bad for you anyway,” whispered a light seductive voice.
He smiled slightly, the hint of oak trees filling his nose. “Not as bad as this Halloween party idea of yours.”
He turned and found himself face to face with a stunningly beautiful woman. Her brilliant green eyes gleamed in the moonlight, and her bark brown hair wafted down over her shoulders.
Her smile was radiant. “It’s good for you to get out and actually see the humans you spend so much time saving.”
He laughed and looked back to the house. “You just want the chance to show off your clothes.” He smiled back at her and shook his head. “I’ll never understand a dryad that actually enjoys wearing clothing.”
She laughed and bounced over to the door. “Well, you ready, Mr. Savior?”
“Oh good!” She threw open the door and waltzed in.
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